After reading this story, a thousand words were stuck in Weilan’s throat.
After he refined them, these thousand words became only two sentences:
“This legendary story seems to record a method of achieving godhood.”
“At least one Blood Horcrux, combined with the authority of Death, can forge a Death God.”
“Yes.”
In the quiet office, Dumbledore’s hesitant voice rang out:
“There’s more content in the notes, and I hope you’ll continue reading.”
Weilan suppressed the tumultuous waves in his heart and turned another page.
What Dumbledore didn’t know was that just now, Weilan’s right eye had gained another 6 experience points.
His experience panel at this time was:
【Experience Level: 2 (20/40)】
This was the reward he received for acquiring new knowledge.
Weilan recalled carefully, remembering that it was when he read the sentence—
“Because ‘the past’ can never be changed.”
—that subtitles suddenly flashed across his right eye, indicating an increase in experience points.
“It seems this is a piece of correct knowledge closely related to time magic.”
Weilan swallowed, continuing to look at the notes in his hand.
The subsequent content of the notes was the specific manufacturing process for a Blood Horcrux.
The notes detailed every step of making a Blood Horcrux, no matter how small.
This included how to create a semi-finished Horcrux using a living person as a vessel.
However, according to the notes, the Horcrux must be a blood-related family member to be further upgraded into a Blood Horcrux.
Weilan believed that if he followed the instructions in the notes step by step, he could even create such an evil Blood Horcrux.
“This is too terrifying.”
Weilan shivered, a genuine shiver from his heart.
“Killing a person in front of a family member, then turning one’s own flesh and blood relative into a Horcrux…”
Dumbledore sighed at length:
“Someone who can do these things cannot be a complete person; they can only be a malevolent ghoul.”
Weilan continued to flip through the notes.
After explaining how to prepare a Horcrux, the notes began to describe how to upgrade this Horcrux into a Blood Horcrux.
“First, you need a Wizard who understands time magic to assist you, or you yourself need to understand some time magic.”
“We don’t need power at the authority level. Of course, if you can get a Wizard with the authority of ‘Time’ to help you, that would be even better.”
“The specific steps are as follows.”
Weilan carefully read through the subsequent steps, one by one.
In short, upgrading a Horcrux to a Blood Horcrux was indeed not complicated.
As long as you possess ancient magic talent related to “Time”.
A ritual magic requiring the drawing of a magic circle, coupled with a long and convoluted incantation.
At the climax of the incantation, simply kill the Horcrux in the specific position on the magic circle.
“Through the above spellcasting, you can write your Horcrux into ‘the past’ and make it part of ‘past’ facts.”
“From then on, anyone who wants to completely kill you will not be able to find your Horcrux.”
“Because your Horcrux has already been killed by your own hand in ‘the past’.”
“Even if your overconfident enemies want to defeat you, they cannot go back to the past and change the fact of the Blood Horcrux’s existence.”
“You will completely conquer Death and become a god-like Wizard, unprecedented and unrivaled!”
The notes ended here.
The rituals and incantations for creating a Blood Horcrux flowed into his brain in an incredible way, becoming part of the time magic knowledge Weilan possessed.
Thus, experience points increased again.
【Acquired important knowledge, experience +5】
【Acquired important knowledge, experience +5】
This time, the ritual magic and incantations each brought Weilan a 5-point experience increase.
【Experience Level: 2 (30/40)】
“It’s still by learning new things that I can progress faster!”
Weilan silently lamented in his heart.
“I’ve finished reading.”
Weilan consciously handed the notebook back to Dumbledore:
“It seems Olena is likely researching how to refine a Blood Horcrux.”
“That’s why she was so eager to win me over. Because time magic—which very likely must be ancient time magic—is an indispensable part of refining a Blood Horcrux.”
Weilan watched Dumbledore carefully put the notebook away in a hidden corner of the bookshelf.
“Olena is truly formidable!”
Weilan recalled the complex magic written in the notes, thinking to himself:
“If the contents of the notes are all knowledge and information she gathered alone,”
“Then, being able to access this level of secret knowledge, she is definitely not an enemy to be underestimated.”
“Some of the content in this notebook is related to ancient time magic. I think it will be very useful to you.”
Dumbledore said as he moved the Pensieve to the center of the desk.
“This notebook will be temporarily stored here with me. If you need it, you can apply at any time to come to my office and borrow it for study.”
“Understood, Professor.”
Weilan nodded, but he thought he probably wouldn’t look at that notebook again in the future.
No point.
He wasn’t going to refine a Blood Horcrux, after all.
“Then, we can begin today’s second matter.”
Dumbledore tapped the edge of the Pensieve with his wand:
“You said you wanted to borrow this thing.”
“I’ve already seen the record of your conversation with Carson—so, did you bring the memory that Miss Circe gave you today?”
Weilan took out the small bottle of memory from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore took the small bottle of memory and poured it into the Pensieve.
He stirred it with his wand.
The silvery-white translucent substance, like clouds and like milk, was stirred evenly in the Pensieve.
Dumbledore’s long right index finger pointed at the swirling memory in the Pensieve, motioning for Weilan and him to put their heads into the memory in the Pensieve together.
Weilan closed his eyes and held his breath, burying his face in the silvery-white memory in the Pensieve.
Those memories had a certain allure.
Weilan’s entire body was sucked into the Pensieve, tumbling in weightlessness, eventually landing gently on soft earth.
Dumbledore also entered.
He landed to Weilan’s right.
Weilan observed his surroundings, recognizing this as the main road Hogwarts students most often took when traveling to Hogsmeade.
In the distance was the magnificent Hogwarts Castle.
A young girl sat in a patch of daisies by the side of the road.
The girl was wrapped in a black cloak, but it still couldn’t hide her impressive figure and the elegant aura she exuded from head to toe.
Judging by her exposed clear skin, she should be the owner of this memory.
Ailyudia Serceirin.
She was clearly waiting for someone now.